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i f ; l^I ?L,j 1^^^**! ~ '''~ ^^ issued twioe-a-week?wednesdat and saturday. * l. m. grist & sons, Publishers. } % ^arnilg Jtapager: 4or promotion of th$ political, ?oqial, gugri?mttui[al and d^ommetiaal Interests of the South. { ters'1-Gleqcqopyythre'e caedntsxck VOLUME 43. YORKYILLE, S. C., SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1897. NUMBER 15. 1 " ' ' I nouun *. IMDUOIV Lo?.,ffl ho urolkori in his kooner' ROB Mc( BY MARTHA McCUJ i Copyright, 1896, by the Author. Synopsis of Previous Installments. In order that new readers of The Enquirer may begin with the following installment of this story, and understand it just the same as though they had read it all from the beginning, we here give a synopsis of that portion of it which has already been published: finiDTPi! r?T.ifft in Walnut Creek, in Tennessee, centers around Topmark's store. Magnolia Tubbs, a mysterious newcomer.iu the neighborhood, not without attractions of a coarse type, is a nocturnal caller on Topmark. , Chapter II.?Mrs. Topmark dies from the poison of herbs brought to the store by a charm working Negress? ostensibly to kill mice. Gossips and a managing mamma are trying to bring about a match between Topmark's niece, Alice Winfold, and aristocratic Colonel Talbot's son Jack. But spirited Rob McGregor, heiress of Roscoe, has been before J ack's eyes from childhood. Chapter III.?Topmark covets the Roscoe acres, which are heavily mortgaged and adjoin his own. Rob is the mainstay and comfort of her widowed and blind father. Chapter IV.?Jack Tafbot is a frequent called at Roscoe. So is the newly made widower Topmark.'} Jack proposes to Rob and meets with a good humored repulse. Chapter V.?Magnolia Tubbs holds a mysterious land claim of value, and Topmark seeks to control it. CHAPTER VI. Miss Winfold found the blind man alone in the wide ball. He turned his head at her knock, saying, with a pitiful little smile: "My ears cannot tell me names, though they say my visitor is a lady and young. | Come in. please. My daughter will soon | be here. She has gone this morning to look at the crops for me." ."Oh, howdy, Mr. McGregor!" Alice said, shamed by the fine, transparent old face into something like cordial heartiness. "It's me?Alice Winfold. I haven't come to see Rob, at least I shall tell her so. Ma was tellin me this mornin abont yonr weddin?she was there, yon know?an says you an your wife were the handsomest couple she ever saw. Then I just wanted to see yon? an Rob, of course?so bad I said I was comin right over. An I shall tell Rob it was on purpose to see yon." "Sit down, my dear. I am glad truly you have come, all the gladder that I cannot see you," Mr. McGregor said, with a laugh more pitiful than tears. "But I saw you among the last things," he went on. "I remember it well. You were at the store with your mother? the chubbiest, neat little girl, with dimples all over her hands. Let me see. Are the dimples there 6till? Yes, every one," touching her plump hand. "And I hear through my friend Talbot that you are the best daughter in the world. You know, I cannot quite agree to that, though he says his wifetfhinks so. I have a girl of my own. Aside from her you are no doubt the dearest girl in the world." "Well, I most say this caps the climax," Rob said from the door back of them. ' 'Daddy! To think of your blossoming out into a gallant at this time of life! Alice, I shall like you awfully for a stepmother. But, oh, dear, how surprised I am! I thought I had this young man," laying a light band on her father's head, "so well trained I could trust him, even with the belle of the neighborhood." Alice laughed brightly, falling easily in with Rob's whimsical humor. But she would not take off her hat and stay to dinner. "I must go in a minute," she said. "Mommer has oceans of work laid out to do. I just ran away from it. Come an give me some roses, Rob, by way of reward." "First you must eat some peaches," Rob said. "And tell your mother the White Heaths are nearly ripe. She must send and get all she wants next week." "You have such lots. Why don't you sell some?" Miss Winfold asked incautiously. At once Mr. McGregor sat very upright. "We have not more than enough for ourselves and our neighbors, black and white," he said. "And, Miss Alice, even if there were a great surplus, I should hate to think that the sale of it had maybe cheapened the price of some poor neighbor's wares." Rob flushed deeply and gave Alice an appealing glance. That young lady opened her eyes very wide, but said nothing, only rose and walked beside Rob to the garden. "It looks like witch work?the way . your flowers bloom," she said, glancing along the borders. "Everybody else's are all dried up. But wait a minute, Rob. I didn't come out for just the flowers. I?I want to ask you somethin ?somethin important?that I can't mention to anybody else." "Why, Alice, I am the last person for serious matters, and if it's a secret please don't tell me," Rob said, with a half smile. "Not that I can't keep one, but some one else might not, and then the one who had trusted me might think I was the traitor." "But you are the only one I can tell," Alice said, dropping her eyes. "You are my age an all that. I?I can't talk about this with mommer. She wouldn't understand." "I'm sure I shall not understand either,"Rob said, her smile broadening. "You may tell me if you choose. But I warn you it is no use." "Yee, it is some use," Miss Winfold persisted. "It is. Ob, I shall never get it out. It's about?Jack Talbot, you i jREGOR LLOCH WILLIAMS. know. He wants me to?to be engaged to him, an I don't know whether it wonld be right while he has to take care of the family, you know." Rob was bending to clip an especially choice rose. She snipped the stalk with a clean cut and got up Bteadily, the flower in her hand, as she said, with a careless accent: "By all means be engaged to him. The family will be delighted. And as to taking care of thnm thn riehta are almost naid now. I reckon Jack will soon have a plaoe of bis own." "It is not that so much. I know he'd give me everything heart conld wi6h. I had better tell you all of it,"Miss Winfold said, with a bashful smile. "You see, he came to see me, an mommer was away, so we got to tnlkin about?well, about ourselves.. An then he took my hand an Baid he?he loved me; never bad loved anybody else; would I bo engaged to him? Then he broke out: 'Maybe I haven't got the right to ask it You don't know, Alioe, how weak a young fellow can be nor how he lets himself get entangled. But you are my salvation. Say you'll have me after awhile. But?but don't tell' anybody I have asked you, not for six months yet.' Wasn't that a strange way to talk?" "Very, but hardly so strange as your telling me about it," Rob said, waving her rose idly to and fro. "At least," she went on, "it seems to me had any one spoken so to me I should think a great many times before repeating what "He wants mc to?to be engaged to him." had been said. Still, if you want my opinion, it is that you may do whatever Jack wishes. I dare say he is morbidly self conscious over some of his flirtations, and no doubt thinks some one is dying for him who really does not care the least bit in the world." "Oh, I am so glad you say that!" Miss Winfold cried, making to fling her arms about Rob's neck. "Of course I wouldn't let Jack know it for the world. But, oh, Rob, I do love him better than anybody!" "I wish yon all happiness with him,/' Rob said, shrinking a little from the embrace and beginning to clip roses so lavishly that her visitor made protest. "The flowers will only wither if I leave them," she said. "That is why they bloom so well for me. I never let them waste their energies." "An you love to give them away, you dear, generous thing!" Miss Winfold cooed, taking the sheaf of blossoms. In a little while she rode away, a figure of fun, with a small black boy up behind her, a basket of peaches upon one arm and the roses, safely bundled in paper, filling her lap. Rob watched her out of sight, singing gayly. Then she gave her father his dinner, talking to him throughout of their caller and sundry bits of gossip she bad let fall. Yes, Alice was rather nice, Rob agreed, very nice, considering her mother. She seldom talked scandal and was in the main trnthful, things none could allege against Mrs. Winfold. But for all her popularity Rob thought she herself would not care to be like her. Popularity was very well, but to keep it one must efface oneself far more than was agreeable. To that Mr. McGregor answered, with a smile: "You do not need to be like her or anybody. Times have changed, I know, but you must never forget that the heiress of Roscoe is among those who set social regulations rather than those who perforce follow them." "At any rate; she does not follow them," Rob said, jumping up to fetch her father another bowl of cream. When he had finished it, she led him to a couch, made him lie down and read to him until he ought to have been fast asleen. Instead he r-rew restless. "You are tired, too tired to read," he said. "Littlo daughter, was not your walk this movning too much for you? Go and lie down. I can amuse myself perfectly for a little while." Rob got up, twirling about on her toes. His ear took note of all her masking. "So this is what comes of falling in love with Miss Winfold!" she aid mock tragically. "I am to be set wide, done without, as of no consequence. 1 Never mind, sir I You may need rne yet. Remember what Mam Liza says, 'Cow want her tail ag'in in flytime.' " "Oh, what a wicked, wicked girl I" the father said, stroking her hair softly. Rob gave his ear a dainty tweak and poshed him back among his pillows. "Lie there," she said. "To prove how wrong, yon are I mean to go all over the place again. Here, Lioni Guard, boyl On your life, take care till I come back." She had got half across the orchard when the dog's deep baying recalled her. She turned and hurried toward the house, noting, in spite of her heavy heart, the cool, delicious shadow about it, the orioles flashing in and out of the leaves, the sifting sunshine falling in golden flecks upon the twisted grass and the untidy stretch of gravel before the front door. A ruffling vina Diew irom ine orchard full of ripe, fruity scents and the tang of hedgerow flowers. Rob bared her brow to it and insensibly let it comfort her.. As she looked anxiously down the road she said under her breath: "I wonder what else can be coming. If it is any fresh trouble, I think I must run away, or pappy will surely find me out" "It must be somebody wanting land," she thought, still peering anxiously down the roadway. It was the time of year when would be tenants pestered them most, men who wanted to begin fallowing for next year's wheat She oould not keep them from her father?it was his province to say them yea or nay?yet they kept her on tenter hooks, fearing that by some incautious word they would topple down the beliefs she took such pains to establish and keep fast. "It is odd, little daughter, but very kind people will try to profit by a neighbor's trouble," Mr. McGregor said often when be had put their offers aside. "They say you are too much burdened; that the place of mistress is too hard for you. But depend on it, dear child, such hardship is education, and so long as yon yourself do not complain I will have nobody coming between us and our land. We love it. and it loves us. Eh, little girl? Besides, with our own people doing so well, why should we change?" So Rob had been nerved to persist in her brave and loving untruth. Today vwicjrtofTo Un* oirm i r?l tt T .fWP JJC1 UDai 4. JLU luguiu WV& c?*viup?ji ?V V| faith, everything, seemed slipping away from her. Yet she had a wild inclination to langh, to shoot alood. And she did laugh cousumedly when, us she reached the rough stone steps before the porch, Bbe saw little Peter Smith getting down from a tall, sleek mule. He was black and impish looking, with bushy hair wrapped in a hundred little tails that stood out about his head and gave his face the look of being framed in caterpillars. His ragged straw hat made a halo back of the tails, and bis thin black neck was lost in the collar of a man's shirt, very stiff and dazzliugly white. Trousers that almost matched the shirt in size were gallu?.sed quite under the armpits and had been patched to the degree of high art. In spite of drawing up there was a tig roll of them above each ankle. The left foot was bare, except for a broken spur tied on with twine. ' The right had been thrust into a woman's ragged shoe. He came toward her as though he were a hundred years old, dropped his hat upon the ground, pushed back his enormous surplus of sleeve and held out to her a note in a cream laid envelope with a red and gold B upon the flap of it. "How you does, Miss Rob, an how's de ole marster?" he asked mournfully. "Please, marm, tell Marse Ben I ain't fergot ter ax you dat, 'case he say ef I does fergit he gwine whup me, an ef I don't he gwine gimmeerfeesbinhook." "I'll see to it you get that fishing hook, Peter," Rob said, twirling the missive between thumb and finger. She had no thought that it related to aught save the result of the inquiries Mr. Topmark had volunteered to make. Far from taking his visit to herself, she had set it to compunction for past negleot awakened by present sorrow. Now her mind said: "Mr. Topmark is recovering from bis grief. I dare say this fine stationery will very shortly be in use for other things than friendly business." So she was a trifle startled when little Peter broke in, "Miss Rob, please, marm, write er answer ter dat dar note, 'case he?Marse Ben?say ef I don't fetch one back he gwino tan me erlive." "Oh, I reckon he was only joking about that, "Rob said, unfolding the missive. Next minute her hand fell Sho was laughiug aloud in real and uncontrolled merriment. "So he wunts the pleasure of my company for the whole big meeting," she said, eying the sheet with disdainful amusement. "What a monopolist he must think I ami And, oh, what a joke on Mrs. Winfold it is that he has asked mel I have a great mind to go with him, once, just to see how green she will turn." A quick thought shot through her and brought the red to her face. Something whispered that thus she could show Jack how little she cared for bis treachery. It was treachery of the blackest sort. Alice Winfold was truthful. She would never have come to Rob with her tale had there not been fact behind it. No doubt Jack had hoped sho would r>r\nne\ PnT*Vinrta AVOtl nflttf hfi WflH? Rflfc 6be would think no worse of him than sho could possibly help. He had been her friend, perhaps was still her friend. He was impulsive. It might be his compassion hud carried him too far. Yet she had not willfully appealed to his sympathies. No, she could not acquit him of deliberate trifling. How glad she was to remember that she had 6pokeu as she did! Yet how her cheeks burned, remembering his warm clusp and the quick, delicious tremor it had sent through her. i i) too, can amuse myseji, kod saia very low. Then she said to Peter:' 'Go on to the kitchen while I write my note. It will not take long, jast long enough (or yoa to eat a watermelon. Mam Liza will give yon oua Do yon think you care abont it?" Peter vanished like a shadow. Somehow the note took a long time, though when finished it was but a line. Rob scrawled it upon a scrap of paper, folded it narrowly and tied it in a cocked hat. "Teddy Barton will likely say that in a trno Invo knot." shfi Knir). with a low langb. Then Bhe sat holding it fast, thinking, thinking over all the week had bronght. Jack?Jack did love her After a cowardly fushion. fie had fallen away from her because his mother did not like her. She did like Alice Winfold beet of all the world. Anyway nothi ug concerning him could touoh her any r lore. She was grieved, half heartbroken indeed, but 'it was at finding him so much less noble and manly than she had thought, not through any feeling personal to herself. She had lost her friend, the friend who had made so large a part of life. That was harder than losing a hundred lovers. But she did not sigh over it. She seemed indeed to herself to stand above and outside herself, looking curiously at the turmoil within an alien soul. With senses tensely alert, she noted the dips and wheelings of the humming birds about the honeysuckles and how delicately the red of the woodbine trumpets melted into the gold of their tips. The vines had but sparse flowers. Bob broke a near cluster and thruet it in her hair, then walked lightly down the long hall and paused in the back door to hear Mam Liza say: "My Lawd, liT Peter, 'pear lek ter me you all at de sto' gut matty heap er .business dis yere way in short. What took an fetched you yere, rigged up dat erway, wusser'n er skeercrow?" "Bill mule, he fotcbed me ober de 1 i. T _> ) gruuu, UUt 1 15 pCU 11/ n iux^o i?uu nuui at de bottom er my comiu," Peter said, with a grin. "I s'pec' dat er lub letter Marse Ben Topmurk took an sont ber by me. Lordy, I hopes de answer gwine tek long eT tough fer mo ter eat uodder watermilli fa." "Petei yon can go now. The note is ready,'' Rob called from the piazza. The lad jumped as thongh ho bad been shot, took a strangling last gulp of red, jnicy melon, then darted away, as grotesque a messenger as ever bore the decree of a human fata to be: continued. Jttisfflliuicous Reading. SENSIBLE ADDRESS. President Wittkowsky Invokes the Spirit of General Co-operation. Office of Blacksburo Land and Improvement Company, Blacksburo, S. C., February 13, 1897. To tb9 Citizens of York county and especially those of Blacksburg and vicinity : I feel it a duty as well as a pleasure, to address you. The stockholders of the Blacksburg Land and Improvement company met in your town on the 4th instant and elected me president of the company for the ensuing year. The attendance was large, bringing together men ol means from several states of the Union who had, in good faith, invested large sums of money in the enterprise in which we all should manifest a deep interest. To you the success of the company means the success of Blacksburg; the development of her resources in which the restless arm of enterprise must extend beyond her boundaries and benefit the whole county by contributing to its revenue and increasing its population, and, incidentally, the enhancement in value of your property. The holdings of the Land company lie within your borders and are ? "l ?nf tha territ.nrv which ail iiuc^iai paiv vi vuv .v....*.,, gives you local sovereign rights. Thus it appears our interests are identical, for we cannot move in the direction of success without your participation in the gain, and to this must be added the permanent nature of results, should we have the hearty co-operation of those whom 1 now address. The close student of the signs of the times can already discern the return of life, activity and the development of the material resources of the country in the near future, and the revival of the prime object of our company can be the more readily assured, if we stand together, shoulder to shoulder. Those who come in your midst, drawn hither by the salubrious climate, the rich deposits in Mother Earth in your yicinity, the healthful reputation of the county, the hospitable record of South Carolinians, must be impressed with the fact that you are ready to aid with moral support at least, in all laudable enterprises, and that what you and we claim for Blacksburgand vicinity, are indisputable facts. Let me happily illustrate what enthusiastic communities can do. With pride I point to you to my own city?Charlotte? and to Atlanta on the west of you, and Rock-Hill in your own county. These places are progressive in the most flattering sense. The people sing the praises and inspire others with the faith in their respective cities, which is in them. Kindly pardon me for now making some personal allusions. For nearly 40 years I have been in touch with you through 1? ?M onrl nnvv my uusmess career iu vuauuivo, ....v. the pleasant tie draws me nearer through my official position, and I do ask your hearty co-operation?the assistance of every man. woman and child in York county, in the furtherance of our mutual interest in this cause. In conclusion, I beg to say that Blacksburg has golden opportunities, and in bringing about the harvest from these, may I not look for loyalty from every direction ? Your most obedient servant, s. Wittkowsky, President Blacksburg Land & Improvement Company. UbilbnAU AOOEIJIUUI. Brief Summary of What Ib Being; Done by HouBe and Senate. TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 16. The college appropriations were discussed and the members showed a disposition to be more liberal than heretofore. It was agreed to give Winthrop $30,000, the Soath Carolina college $25,000, and the Citadel $20,AAA uuu. The annual supply bill was submitted. It fixes the state levy at 5 mills, and the York county levies were fixed as follows : Ordinary and past indebtedness, 3J ; in Catawba township, 1; Cherokee, 1; Ebenezer, 1; York, 4? for bonds of Three C's. railroad. In the Senate?The Cherokee county bill was passed with an amendment providing for the organization of the county on March 1. The bill will become a law without delay. Mr. Epp'w cigarette bill was killed by a vote of 25 to 8. Mr. Love voted for the bill There was a lively discussion over the bill to repeal the anti-free pass law. The bill had been passed by the house, and the senators seemed anxious to pass it also. It was killed, however, 17 to 16, a majority of only one vote. Mr. Love voted against the repeal of the law. The bill to provide compensation for the members of boards of township commissioners, and the chairman of said boards of commissioners, was passed to a third reading. The bill to provide for the transportation of bicycles as baggage was ratified. wednesday, february 17. In the House?A bill was passed providing for the election by the general assembly of a banking and insurance commission at a salary of $2,500 a year, and prescribing the duties of the official. The salary is to be paid by the banks and insurance companies. A bill was reported to prohibit the manufacture of alcoholic liquors in I the state, except wine for domestic use. In the Senate?The proceedings of the day were devoted mainly to the consideration of new county bills. An effort was made to secure a reconsideration of the vote whereby the anti-free pass repeal bill was killed; but it failed. thursday, february 18. The house and senate went on a junketing tour to Charleston. BLOODHOUND ON A TRAIL. A Tiny Shoe Guides Him to the Watery Grave of a Lost Tot. In the state house of correction at Rutland, Vt., there is a huge dog whicfi is just now a center of attraction. It is Pilot, the bloodhound, and so many people go to see him every day that it has been found necessary to set aside certain hours for the purpose. The cause for all this admiration is ' the fact that Pilot has just proved to everybody that he is really worth more, in certain emergencies, than the entire police department of the town? . though in Rutland the police are few. Heretofore Pilot has been looked upon as a sort of nuisance, a worthless ex> pense; but never did a greater change i of sentiment take place, i A year ago several prisoners escaped from the house of correction, and Pilot was purchased by the state that he ' might track and assist in bringing back any one who in future broke jail. But nobody ran away, and natu-_ rally there was nothing for him to do. 1 A few days ago, however, Bertha, the pretty 4-year-old daughter of John , C. Putnam of the little settlement of Mill village disappeared. All the neighbors joined in tne searcn ior ner. 1 Night and day the hunt continued, but not a trace of the little one could , be discovered. The parents were in despair; it was feared that the child , had been kidnapped. Finally the . father, in desperation, suggested that > possibly Pilot could find some trace. ; Anxious to do anything that would I in the least relieve the father's mind, the officials took the dog to Mill village. > The dog was then given a tiny shoe ' that had been worn by the child the day before she disappeared. This he 1 held in his mouth for a minute; then he dropped it and sniffed the air. He 1 seemed puzzled, and the knowing ones 1 were beginning to remark that they knew the hound would not be of any use. It really seemed as if the animal understood their words, for he suddenI ly put his nose to the ground and was off like a shot, dragging his keepers after him. On he went, crossing roads, fields and timber stretches, until he reached Devil's camp, a point about a mile below Rutland, where there is a small mill stream. Here the animal suddenly brought up at the edge of the water, gave one bark and refused to go farther. Then the men got to work. They procured hooks and poles, and the bed of the stream was thoroughly search1 ed. All this time Pilot stood by the 1 waterside, though attempts were made to drag him away. For the first time since he had been in the state he re, fused to obey the voice of his keeper. . Toward night the body of the missing child was found. As it was drawn to i the shore Pilot sprang forward, took the slimy dress in his mouth, raising the child as tenderly as though it had been in its mother's arms, trotted back to the house, the long line of searchers following. When once the animal had placed the body in the home of the unhappy side and was taken back to Rutland. But all the people of that region honored the dog, and one of the chief mourners at the funeral was Pilot, who had a coach all to himself, his keeper sitting on the box with the driver.?Philadelphia Inquirer. LETTER FROM UNION COUNTY. Mr. H. B. McDanlel Will Come Back to York?Interesting Reminiscences?Other Notes. ? i a? va.wiiia choiiimii fc/orrcspuuuciivc ui wc X vtarmi. uu^ui.wt. Etta Jane, Februury 15.?The rain and mud for the past week has made outdoor work and travel very unpleasant. Mrs. Sibbie Donald died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Sallie Mitchell, on Bullock's creek, on the 4th instant, aged 81 years and 3 days. I regret to hear through The Enquirer that my life long friend Rufus G. Whitesides is no more. Truly a faithful friend, a worthy citizen, a gallant soldier and a pure gentleman is gone to his reward. I am glad to learn that the school difficulty in the Hopewell section ia about quieted down. There was no occasion for the "rucus" it raised. H. B. McDaniel has built, and will move back into York county into the old "Benton" neighborhood, on Bullock's creek. Henry can't stand Cherokee county. About 45 years ago, "Benton" was the most noted place in Western York. A jolly set of fellows lived there, who were constantly playing pranks on each other. Only two of them are living now that I know of?Messrs. James Scoggins, of Hickory Grove, and William A. Robinson, of McCon nellsville. In addition to these, the leading characters were Messrs. Wylie Reeves, Captain Jim Montgomery, "Jackey" Hemphill, Green and Huev Foster. Ben Childers, Sam Stephen / ? ' * sod, John Lynn, "Dick" McAlilly and Jim McSwain, with Messrs. T. M. Whitesides and "Big Bill" Wilson thrown in for good measure. Western York Dever has bad such a corps of mischiefs as they were. There was Dotbing mean or dishonorable in their pranks, and all took it in good humor, and better friends never lived. Uncle Jackey Hemphill had a nickname for every man in five miles around. The grip, which has been very common in this section, has subsided, and our people are enjoying much better health. Very few oats have been sown ydt, and but little ploughing has been done. It seems as if the state is making very little progress in getting up the corrected lists of the troops it furnished the Confederate army duriDg the war. For more than a year, this work has been on band, and ought to have been finished up long ago and ready for the printer. The matter has been so loDg delayed that we cannot expect full justice to be done it now, as so many of the old soldiers have passed away before the work began. The state owes it to every man she furnished to inscribe his name on some small tablet, and if possible tell what became of him. The rolls of some companies are very imperfect as yet. A camp of U. C. veterans was formed at Wilkinsville last Wednesday. It is called Camp Jefferies. G. W. MoKeown is the commander. Sigma. PERMANENCY IS THE THING. Work the Roads Right and Be Done With It For Good. Wlnnsboro News and Herald: The Yobkville Enquires is trying to stir the people on the subject of better public roads. It has come to the conclusion-that the best way to do anything is to do it, and hence the best way to get better roads is to get them. It gives as an illustration of this, that a number of years ago a congregation desired to build a stone wall around a cemetery, and an old member suggested that a day be appointed, and all the members of ihe church come with their wagons, tools, etc., and go to work and build it. They soon had the wall completed. The Enquirer suggests that very much the same plan be tried with the roads. It is not a bad idea, and what will make better roads in York county will make better roads in Fairfield, if tried here. Suppose that all those living on a section of four or five miles call a meeting of all the neighbors, and enter into an agreement that next summer when the crops are laid by they will all work a section of five miles. Not simply throw a little dirt in the ruts to be washed away by the first big rain, but macadamize it. A few weeks work all through the county would accomplish a orrpRt deal of eood. and the taxpay ? J)--? / ers would be fully compensated for their labor by having better roads. When the roads are once macadamized, it will require a great deal less labor to keep them in repair than is now expended on them. We agree with The Enquirer ; the way to do anything is to do it. Let our people improve the roads, and stop talking so much aboufc the bad road problem. This will solve the problem. Why She Walks Badly.?Very often a woman's gait is ruined by the wearing of tight boots or very high heels. The latter produces a rolling motion. Always wear a pair of boots which do not pinch, and that have low heels, when going for a walk. Nothing is more fatiguing than a long walk in high heels or tight boots.